Yeah Ahh Niggas got no heart so they gone and scared Told the art of war we the connoisseurs Told them level up so we gone upstairs Lick a couple down now they gone in pairs Sort a truth or dare but they wanted dares Bitches gonna cry so they wanted tears Big round table talk now they wanted chairs Got the business plan now they wanted shares Yeah, they been spoiled rotten I been seeking answers, now everybody's got 'em Yeah, smart yutes, now everybody boffin' Dancers, now everybody poppin' Cough cough, now everybody coughin' Big boss, now everybody bossin' When you let it go, they're like, "Why don't somebody stop him?" Ha-ha-ha Passed out, wanna branch out but ya arsed out Got that big cash that you can't count Got that big mash, then I marched out Got that big bad bitch I asked out I got that big madness you talk 'bout You better stand straight, bitch you can't crouch I'm 28 grams, bitch you half ounce Chicken traphouse in the chicken spree Chicken's well cooked in the frickizee Pussy look good so she took a beat Gas it up bitch, so she took the heat Nigga push white and they pushing beat Holla cooks white, holla cooka key Now she look good, nigga who is she? Nigga grindin', call it Pusha T Man are buzzin' Grab a dozen, dropped off to my cousin That was then, grab my brothers Couple hundred dem and I'm covered Pass out Bend ya back and you can't slouch Pussy so tight, she's like, "Ah, ouch" Run DMC and it's our house Passed out, wanna branch out but ya arsed out Got that big cash that you can't count Got that big mash, then I marched out Got that big bad bitch I asked out I got that big madness you talk 'bout You better stand straight, bitch you can't crouch I'm 28 grams, bitch you half ounce Passed out, wanna branch out but ya arsed out Got that big cash that you can't count Got that big mash, then I marched out Got that big bad bitch I asked out I got that big madness you talk 'bout You better stand straight, bitch you can't crouch I'm 28 grams, bitch you half ounce